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M͐̚҉̠̙̳̯̳̟͓o͚̔́ͩͥ͡n̨͉̱͕̹ͫs̳̩͔͎͙͖̞̄̓̌̔̃t̝̱̗̼̆̓ͫ͑ͅr͓̝̖͇͙ͥͪ̀̽̽̐ͤͅo̕ͅs̠̥͓͙̞̟ͮͮ͛ͥ̔̊́i̩̮̞̍̃͑̈̉ͤ̀t͌̿̄y͕͉̖͖͇
"This? Oh, you see, I was planning to.." More like, he had tried but no matter how many times he did the bandage kept falling off. Not that he could admit it-no matter how much it hurt and it did, a lot. He knew he needed to get it treated soon or else he’d get anemia.
“...You have no idea what you're doing.” Perhaps, it came off as an uncompromisingly forthright thing for her to say, but as far as the siren was concerned, it was nothing more than a simple statement of fact. “Give me your arm... I'll take care of it for you.”
♣ "I am sorry miss, but this is state property so this isn’t exactly your space.” he informed, slightly amused but mostly irritated—who did she think she was? She really behaved like she owned the place, which she most likely didn’t. Placing his arms over his chest he eyed her, waiting for some kind of reaction that could make him change his mind about this woman.
Aside from the faint clicking of her tongue, there is little to suggest that the boy's words have actually registered with Lyra, it's a bad habit she's in, a means of trying to make others feel ever so small and unimportant. “The state is of little consequence to me, not when history dictates that anything and everything can be seized with ones own hands...” Indeed, when one gets to her age, there are very few things that feel to be of great consequence. “And I don't see you getting out of my way...”
Mythological creatures around the world | Merfolk
Sirens come from Greek mythology and are beautiful, dangerous women who lures sailors with their enchanting music and voices to shipwreck on their rocky islands. Normally, sirens are pictured as alluring young women that sometimes have the wings or legs of birds. Some people believe the sirens might be cannibalistic and that they devour the flesh of the sailors they’ve, intentionally or not, killed.
♣ "Well I think it is, since I’m quite sure there’s lots of space left for you to use." he replied in a casual manner, trying his best not to get angered by the others snarky manner. She looked like a stunning woman but sadly her personality didn’t quite match her appearance, somehow that reminded him of another girl he knew—luckily she wasn’t as intimidating as this one.
Bored. She looked more dreadfully bored than anything else. Not at all aided by the copious amounts of attention her innate abilities merit her, in her own mind, Lyra is a queen and anyone and everyone she encounters ought to bend to her will. “Indeed, all this space and yet you still so obnoxiously place yourself in mine...”
“Yes.”
"It should. Though if you prefer a projection of defiance instead, so be it.”
“A pity then... I've never been one to bother myself much with idle threats.”
Mythology: Sirens
Voices sad, from far and near Ever singing full of fear Ever singing dreadfully
“We keep the bones as spoils of war, if you will. What's so bad about that?”
“Either you're drunk, or completely socially inept...”
“Is that supposed to frighten me?”
“You’re bleeding a lot. Why haven't you dressed the wound yet?”
“...You're a moron.”
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♣ "So let me get this straight," he started, giving the other a sharp but calculating green glance. “I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about and I’m not exactly sure what you want me to do,” Strange people seemed to appear one after the other these days and all he knew was that it meant trouble, in one way or another. "I’m sorry but either you’ll have to repeat yourself or find someone else."
She's loathe to repeat herself, particularly when she feels when her point was explicitly clear in the first place. And thus, she continues to regard the boy before her with a cold, hard stare. “I hardly thought stay out of my way, was the most difficult concept in the world...”
~ Saxa